Alexander reached Class 4 without any problems and waited for whatever was supposed to happen to begin. Eventually, after the other students were all in and acquainted with each other, an adult came in and started explaining about the school and the significance of words. [i]So they were true,[/i] Alexander thought as he was handed a piece of paper. He had done some research on this place and had been skeptical of the school's reputation, but he wanted to experience it for himself. He didn't tell his family about the fate of unfortunate students here because he didn't want to worry them. 

[i]Oh well, no going back now,[/i] Alexander thought as he pondered what he word would be. He looked around, seeing other people panicking or calmly writing their own word, and gave it some thought. If he wanted to survive, it would be best to choose a powerful word. Question was, what would it be? As he was spinning his pencil in his hand, the answer came into his mind suddenly. After giving it some thought, he decided he would use that word. Readying his pencil, he wrote down the word "Vector" onto his paper. That would decide his fate. 

Immediately after, the paper disintegrated. Alexander was confused as to what just happened, and looked around to see if anyone else did. Others were looking at themselves and finding their written words on their own bodies. He felt a tingling sensation on his shoulder and moved a part of his shirt aside to see. Sure enough, his word was there. Alexander decided that it was of little consequence and began to test his new power. He looked at his pencil and, following the teacher's instructions, whispered his word while concentrating on his pencil, imagining it to shoot upwards. The pencil then actually shot up into the ceiling, where it was now lodged in place. [i]Oops,[/i] Alexander thought as he then focused on bringing it back down, saying his word again, and the pencil fell with a clatter onto his desk. Well, that was an interesting experience. Now he needed to perfect it.